The night was wet. Rain showers all day. I was cold but excited about our meeting that night. Our secret meeting, the same as is always was on a Thursday night.. The Duke of Wellington. Your
then girlfriend was totally oblivious to the fact that your hand spent most of the
evenings down the front of my panties, nestling between the warn folds of my throbbing vagina. Nipples erect like chapel hat pegs, a cold breeze brushed past my face and down my neck, losing sight of you for one split second was like losing life. I couldn't take my eyes off, I dreamt every night of us makin love, some thing we'd never actually done yet. Parkin the car, locking it and running toward the pub door.. still drizzling with rain, catching the door before it shuts. I order you a drink, mine's a half. Collecting the glasses I wonder round to the back of the bar, just out of sight, not too obvious... our secret rendezvous. Takin a sip of the cold liquid, the door flings open and you stagger in.. the weather's taken a turn for the worst. You're dripping wet. Your expression tells it all, rushing past me, chucking your umbrella on my lap as you motion to me you're desperate for the toilet. I lay down my glass on the table and follow you down two steps into the ladies room. Standing in front of the large mirror you attempt to straighten your soggy hair. I fall behind you wrapping my long thin arms around your waist.. you giggle, pulling playfully away.. worried some one would come in and catch us. I pull you into one of the cubicles. The wooden toilet seat clanks as I hurl in down, desperate to get you to myself. You stand beside me as I sit down.. straddling my left nee with immediate rush.. my blood rushing to my brain.. my groin breaking for freedom. Grinding your hips toward my thigh.. hands busy.. fabric ripping.. some one enters the room out side of our blush.. We giggle and stay quiet. Holding our breath for what appeared to be hours. My finger traced the out line of your face. Your eyes ....electric blue.. I knew what you were thinking and I know what you wanted. The toilet next door flushes, taps run and stop..foot steps leave the room, the door opens and shuts, peace proclaimed. Gently you pull my jumper over my head, my red locks falling over my shoulders. I shudder as the cool air tickles my skin, my nipples spring forward, you catch them with your hands and I let out this heated breath. Licking my lips - I lower my hand to your clit, chasing the tightness of the fabric which so carefully keeps it there. With finger nail drag it the full length from where I think your pubic hair nestles the top to the inbetweeness of your pussy- you throw your head back in abundance.. the expression written all over your face. Quickly I un zip your fly tug at your jeans, the scent of your woman hood fills my nostrils, pulling myself to the floor, burying my head between your thighs I take your clit in my mouth, parting your legs with my hands, steadyin myself for balance. My knees diggin into the gritty carpet.. flickin with added speed.. orgasm building. My shoulders takin your hands, your nails diggin deep into my flesh... The toilet door opens and shuts.. My heart missin a beat as our secret audience retreat. Door shut.. I open my eyes. Kneeling beside me we kiss... and kiss.. dress..kiss and say our goodbyes. Until next week my love. I flush the toilet to make it known that maybe
whilst we were gone so long we had used the facilities more than once, in more ways than one!!